I do not blame them. They are we and we do what we do.
There is something behind them, or in front of them. I do not know, but it is not of them.
And if we look past the corporate aspect to people, we see that there is a wide gulf between men and women about what this day means. I want to look past that too, because men and women do not live in isolation or for a single day. Real love means acknowledegement of the day to me. Not a gulf, but unity.
On this day I can (and will) take a beautiful woman, a perfect partner, into my arms and tell her that my soul is of her. All of it.
She will receive the corporate from me, and know the rest, the cultural. I love her and want her to know some of this, and she will.
I will too for she has expressed herself in effort, her art and thoughts, her words, on my behalf. She matches all that I am am and all that is expected though I expect nothing corporate or societal.
On this day of celebrating love though, we know it is the unspoken knowlege that we can celebrate our life, our want, our perfect happiness, our love. I love most that she treasures, and always will, me. As I do her.
Hear: I love you Darling, your very soul, all of you, top to bottom and stem to stern, as you do mine and me. I love _knowing _ this, of us.
I love you. 22 months ago